If I knit fast enough, does it count as aerobic exercise?

Hello, I'm Greer and I'm a knit-a-holic.

After a year of literal tears I have learned to manage dpns. This of course means socks. Socks are as close to instant gratification with knitting as I can get. Granted I've only made 2 pairs - I believe I did say I had learned to manage dpns, not master them - but I MADE them.

For me knitting is about being practical. I make things that can be worn by myself or someone else. Sweaters take a lot of time, but in the end they're USEFUL. Same with socks.

Knitting also keeps me occupied. Constructively occupied. Hence the reason I haven't posted on here in over a month. Of course, it also allows you to meditate on life and the universe. It's taken the place of my actual meditation practice.

The downside of course is I've become even more sedentary. Couple this with a freakish fascination with Rice Krispie Treats (I've made 9 batches since the weekend before xmas) and hey, I can actually see my ass growing. I haven't gotten to the point where I need to go up a size, but that possibility - like my ass - is looming on the horizon.

So now I'm trying to figure out how I can combine walking with knitting. I say this as I can't imagine NOT knitting during downtime. Downtime is rather expansive as I utilize a lot of child labor. Other than work, doing my laundry and making the occasional dinner the boyz have to pay their way around here with housework.

I'm thinking some sort of shoulder bag for the yarn and limiting my walking to the track up at the high school. At least then I don't have to worry about getting hit by a car. We'll see.

I made the Butterfly a sweater for xmas. I was a bit taken aback that he was so thrilled with it. Maybe no one has ever made him anything. I don't know if he actually took it home, he may be hard pressed to explain it to the wife, but it looks very, very good on him. And whether he ever wears it or not, I still feel really good about having made it for him. It was a labor of love.

LCpl Tyler has now decided that I can make him a sweater. This is after months of telling me he would never wear anything I made. (Yes, 16 is still a shitty, shitty age.) So I let him pick out the color and ordered the yarn. He'll get it by next fall, LOL.

Filling a Prescription

Tis been forever it seems since I've put fingers to keyboard.

Knitting has become a lifestyle. I've been making the Butterfly a sweater and it has truly turned into the Sweater From Hell. Just as I finally thought I could block it this weekend, I noticed that the sleeves aren't quite right. Well one sleeve to be specific. So I've had to frog it down 3/4 of the way. Sigh.

The good news is I've gotten almost all my other holiday projects finished. I had planned on blocking things all weekend but that's been unexpectedly delayed.

I have a date.

A date you say? When did this happen? Don't you have a friend with benefits? Arent' you just not interested in anyone? Who the fuck is this guy?

Hmm. Answers later. Perhaps. He shall forthwith be known as the PillPusher. Will this become serious? Trust me, my own inquiring mind wants to know. So far he seems normal, has little to no baggage (read: NO DAMN KIDS), makes a decent living, owns his own home and is also NOT interested in EVER tying the knot with ANYONE. On the surface those pretty much put him into the "we can work with this" category. Plus he's educated, witty, well read and has a firm command of the English language, both written and oral.

Clearly there's something wrong with him that I have yet to uncover. I don't have this kind of luck with men.

I just wonder how the hell I'm going to juggle two of them, lol.

The voice, dear Goddess THE VOICE!

I absolutely LOATHE Facebook.

I only signed up because my coven sisters LIVE ON IT and yadda yadda. So I've had a total of like um, 4 friends? Well eventually my niece decided to add me as a friend, so I was up to a whopping 5.

Anywho, a very nice person who I know and chit chat back and forth with in the Sims community is now a friend on FB. Well hell, since I was opening things up here, I sent Kimmie a friend request. Now this is only because she has asked me like a gajillion times why I wasn't on her friends list. (Um, cuz I talk to you IN PERSON like EVERY DAY so WTF?) Kimmie is the one who dragged me onto MySpace years ago. Sheesh the things we do for friends..

WELL HELL SINCE WE'RE OPENING ALL UP AND SHIT I now have 4 fucking photo albums on there too. I spent more time on FB today than I have in the year I've had it.

So Kimmie calls me and says "WTF? Your FB page like BLEW UP n' shit today". Really? You think?

Then to make things even weirder, I get an email out of the blue from one of the vendors at work asking me how I was doing and that he wanted to send me a FB invite but didn't want to freak me out or get me in trouble at work. So what the hell, why not? Sheesh.

(He doesn't realize yet that my FB is freak central and NSFW, but that's another story.)


The fun doesn't stop there. Oh my no. So let's move on to the title of this post. SJ over there on I, Asshole has a podcast with her friend Egg. So I skip on over to listen to it.

FYCL..SJ SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE ME

Now let me explain what I mean here. You know how your voice sounds in your head when you're speaking? And you know how your ACTUAL voice sounds if you hear a recording of it? Yeah, she has that actual voice.

Same intonation, same level, same inflection - almost the same accent. Now I'm very sensitive to this because I dislike my actual speaking voice. It doesn't sound like I think it should or people expect it to. In college I was told it was IDEAL for on-air work and I should go that route instead of production. I considered taking voice classes to soften the sharp edges to it. (Does that make sense? It's a very crisp voice. Very clear.)

Ok I'll be honest here, it's a 100% white girl voice. I can't count the number of times people have been SHOCKED to meet me after talking on the phone and finding out I'm black. Even ebonics sounds retarded coming out of my mouth because of my voice. I have to work hard to sound ghetto. Yeah, I'm very conscious of what my voice sounds like.

So I'm sitting here listening to MY VOICE (I'm older than SJ so I had it FIRST DAMMIT) and you know what? It's not bad on her. I guess that means it's not bad on me either. I'll have to keep listening to her. Maybe I'll learn to love OUR voice after all :)

What the HELL was I thinking?

I am SO TIRED of painting I could scream. I believe doing the trim is more time consuming than just doing the walls. Really the only thing keeping me going is how nice it looks when each section get's completed.

While I lay on the floor doing the baseboards Miss Pooh thinks I'm there for her personal amusement. Silly kitteh. I did find out that the cats did NOT like the smell of wet paint around their litter closet. We had a couple accidents because of that. Thank goodness the carpet gets cleaned next week.

Speaking of which, I still haven't gotten my room as organized as it should be. Now I'm going to have to scramble to finish getting all the "piles" put away or thrown away. I've also got to call and find out what they will charge to clean the two area rugs. Otherwise I'm going to have to throw them out as they're dirtier than the carpet they cover.

Of course now that the walls are done, I need to clean the mini blinds. Sigh. I did discover that taking them down and washing them in the bathtub works wonders. Then I hang them out on the porch to dry and they're good as new.

I'm hoping I'll have just enough white paint left to do the kitchen. THAT will be a bitch but there is less wall space in there and it could definitely use some freshening up. It also sticks out like a sore thumb now that the diningroom is done.

Goddess knows I didn't realize how much work all this was going to be. I also didn't realize it was going to drag on for 3 weeks. Well that's really my fault, and I'm so happy with the results I need to just shut the hell up. Too bad I'm neither ready or interested in getting new furniture. I hate all the stuff in the livingroom and diningroom but until the boys are gone I'm not going to bother. They've ruined what was already worn out and I will be damned if they'll fuck up new stuff. I had to sit out on the sofa over the weekend and was tempted to put them out NAO. LCpl Tyler thinks it's his personal sofa and it smells like him. YUK. The springs are completely gone, I have nfc how it still manages to hold its shape.

(If) After all this redecorating gets done, the Butterfly has to come over and see if the ceiling fan I bought can be installed. I'm also going to see if he can rehang the louvre doors to LCpl Tyler's room. I hate for it to sound like a "honey do" list, but those are 2 things I really need his help with. Fortunately he's agreed, so yay me.

Well back to the neverending paint job.

Scavenging 101

When I was growing up, my mother and grandmother were always scavenging for stuff. My mother managed to get a truckload full of bricks from a building that was being demolished and used them to pave the back patio. My grandmother used to walk around her neighborhood (or wherever she was) and take clippings from various plants and then grow them in her yard.

As evidenced by the recent free paint dealie I seem to have the same gene.

Today I double-dipped in the free paint fountain. The gentleman who gave me the original 10 gal of paint no longer works for the company. So I've chatted now and then with the guy who replaced him. I threw out the suggestion that should he find he has any left over white semi gloss paint I'd love to have it to do my baseboards.

I am now the proud bearer of a gallon of free white paint. Redecorated condo courtesy of Sparkle Painting.

Scavenging is not that difficult to do. In fact, all you really have to do is open your mouth and ask for something. A person will either say yes, no or give some nominal price. I avoid the nominal price people, I want free shit. Especially shit that no one else is going to be using or will be throwing away. Recycling if you will.

I got a damn near new vacuum that way. One of the dudes at work brought his old one in to use at the office. He had bought one of those fancy schmancy Dyson ones and they didn't need two. Well as I had already bought a new vacuum for the office I appropriated his. Works like a dream. Also does a better job at getting up the cat hair than my old one.

Now if I can just scavenge up a damn near new sofa I'll be happy.

While digging through the remnants of prescriptions past

Of course I've done jack-all with my room or the house since painting. LCpl Tyler and his buddie are scheduled to paint the rest this weekend. It's only costing me 2 tix to "G-I Joe". Whatta bargain.

My tooth is back to infection mode. After an entire day of attempting to coordinate a preemptive strike on not being able to eat, I went to the new walk in clinic across the street and got a script for amoxicillin. I'm flush with anger over my whole healthcare issue and I'm gathering my thoughts to post on that another day.

The Butterfly cut out a HUGE swatch of time to devote to me. How many people actually realize how valuable that is in this day and age? We're consumed with so much shit that time is precious. For someone to just stop everything they're doing and give you their time is quite flattering. It's also something only a friend would do and he's that more than anything.

He made me feel pretty - I know I'm not supposed to base my self of steam on what a man thinks of me but I'd be lying if I denied it so there it is. I ran out and got my nails, toes and eyebrows done later. It was a double pick me up and you have to take what you can when you can. Actually I'd put the nails off til I finished painting so I wouldn't ruin them. Feeling all rosy and warm inside just made me drag my ass out to do it.

Some nice convos with some nice people I've only talked to in passing. Common ground, shared outlooks, good stuff. Reminder from the Sims forum I frequent that I have an unfinished sweater to knit. I should do that before the winter so I can wear it. Well when I go back to the doctor and she lets me get the Chantix script (again) to stop smoking (again) I'll pick up the needles. Good to keep my hands busy.

Kimmie's grandfather died and she's not handling it well. She's never had a family member die and it's hard for her. What do you say at times like this? Nothing except I'm sorry and what can I do for you. I remember that when Danny died. Anything else someone says is worthless. Nothing you can say to a loss like that that will help.

So I'll force myself to get my room in order this weekend just like I forced myself to paint it. If I don't drive myself it will never get done. I know what I want, now I have to DO EET.

My birthday is coming up soon. I'm fighting the depression that will inevitably set in as I face getting older and older. Right now I'm not feeling that "you're not getting older, you're getting better" bullshit.

Child labor - it's a LEARNING experience!

Er..let's try this again. Blogger ated my post.

My house is a disaster. I can't begin to describe it.

I got two 5 gallon buckets of paint for free from the painting company next door at work. That was a blessing from the Gods considering a gallon of paint is running $25- $40 nowadays. It's a neutral off white so I knew I could tint it if necessary.

So I went to Lowes and got a can of "fucked up" paint to tint it. I wanted a nice light taupe for my bedroom and managed to mix it up myself. I only spent a little money to get the stuff for a faux suede on one wall. I must say I'm pleased with the results. Instead of the stark white trim, I used the off white and it really softened it up. My room however, is in shambles. This of course prompts me to do some late summer cleaning and culling of crap. I also took the 120 yr old desk I was using as a nightstand and switched it out with the sofa table I was using as a desk. It's smaller, the monitor is up too high, but it gives me more room space. I am trying to adjust. I even ordered additional Goddess tiles from Thalia's site (over there on the right) to finish off one wall. Pics when I get the place in order.

The problem is I'm too old for this kind of stuff.

We've lived here 5 yrs. I took the place "as is" with no fresh paint, no clean carpets. After 5 yrs, 1 dog, 3 cats and 2 kids it's atrocious. We're down to 2 cats and 2 kids but still. Yuk. My light grey carpet is pretty much brown except under the area rugs. Carpet cleaning is budgeted for next month. Professional this time. None of that Rug Doctor shit I did a year and a half ago.

I'm restless. The Butterfly is overwhelmed at work and can't entertain me like I'm used to. It's also a good home improvement lesson for LCpl Tyler before he flys the nest.

Which leads to Sunday. I was so sore I couldn't MOVE. So of course I press-ganged Tyler into painting. He did the foyer and the diningroom and HOLY CRAP BATMAN he did a damn fine job. He in turn press-ganged his friend Dimitri to help him with the second coat. I offered them movie tickets if they'll do the livingroom sometime this week. Sean the Useless refuses to do it. Fucker. As we've only gone through half of one bucket, bathrooms and kitchen are now on the list.

Now if I could only figure out a way to change the craptastic bathroom cabinets...

note to regg: I heard you and I shall make every effort sometime in the near future to make things easier on your eyes :)

Survival of the less seditty

I got into a convo with Mr. Davis sometime back about how today's young people - specifically those under 25 have no concept of "making do". They have that whole entitlement/name-brand/gimme NAO attitude. He made the point that if either of us were left with $5 to live off of for the week - housing/food not an issue - we could do it. Today's youth however would LOSE THEIR MINDS.

Well this comes to mind today because of the attitude my kids have due to the need to put a complete freeze on spending these 2 weeks. I'm not talking just cutting back on shit, I'm talking an all out not spending a damn dime for 2 weeks. Drink all the milk and eat all the cereal? Tough shit, no more coming in til payday. No tea, juice, etc after the last gallon is gone. Drink water. Food? Better go dig in the deep freeze and see what I've squirreled away.

My car, which hasn't needed anything major for the 8 yrs I've owned it needed $400 more work than I budgeted for. That brought it to a migrane-inducing $900 that negated all of my side job money for stuff like, oh, FOOD. (Yes, that sorta influenced my previous pessimistic whiney post.)

Now they're also lazy fucks, so despite the fact that they are 22 and 16 respectively, are home FAR MORE than me (cuz like, I work?), are both extremely good cooks, they make no effort to take anything out to defrost so everyone can eat. Of course when I get home it's "what's for dinner?" and the daily response is, "I dunno, I was at work all day, what did you take out/cook?" (No, I don't play that June Cleaver bullshit anymore, they're grown men fer chrissakes.) Usually on the weekends I'll go on a cooking frenzy and make several days worth of meals, or make giganto pots of chili, stew or soup that I freeze.

So now we're on financial lockdown and these "people" are turning up their noses at all the stuff that's in the freezer. Already cooked. In individual serving sizes. Tonight I'm enjoying navy beans with ham. Mmmm. The other people here are laying about looking hungry.

ATTITUDE DON'T FILL YOUR STOMACH, SON.

I've had a total of $15 to live off of these 2 wks. I still have $10, payday is Friday and the Butterfly has fucked me bowlegged. Yeah, I am CRUISIN' to the home stretch.

Flippin' off the universe

I'm of the belief that life is really just a long sentence of hurt. Granted, there are periods of immense joy, happiness and good stuff, but overall it's really a fucked-up state of being. Those little positive pockets are what keep you going so you don't just say WTF and blow your fucking brains out.

Now this is based on my own life. I know there are people out there who have wonderful, fulfilling lives. Lives that are a long series of happiness with pockets of hurt. Well go you. My life hasn't been like that so I can't relate. I know that when I go through a period of happiness it's going to end. And it does. Especially when you think MAYBE this time it can stick around awhile.

So once again, it's time for me to pull back from everything, go into my cave and roll the rock in front and close myself off from the world. While I'm in there I'll pull out all the little happies so I won't go more insane than I already am.

I firmly believe in reincarnation. From the time I first heard about it as a kid I said "yeah, that makes perfect sense". I don't know what the fuck I did wrong in my past lives, what lesson I haven't learned - although I'm pretty close to narrowing it down - but this incarnation is FUCKED. Oh I know I've caused some of my own hurt, I take the blame for those. However the LEVEL and DURATION of hurt I've had to live with can only be ascribed to the universe saying FUCK YOU GREER SUCK ON THIS. I get that. I deal with it and keep on getting up every day and giving the universe the finger. Right now I'm still here.

But I am getting really, really tired.

Happiness is..being utterly bored

I can't begin to say how WONDERFUL it is to be utterly bored right now. There is no drama in my personal life - I can't say the same for my extended family - but I'm THRILLED to be completely bored.

My little container garden is flourishing - the spinach, beets and green onions are sprouting, still no carrots peeking up; I planted green peppers and hot peppers and got all my herbs. The cold snap the past few days is taking it's toll, have to see how they fare. My corn is germinating and I bought purple pansies (going with purple and gold this year) and planted black eyes susans. All in all, I'm quite satisfied with my little oasis outdoors and my Greenman is watching over it all. This past weekend was GORGEOUS and I actually fell asleep sitting out there on Sunday.

Unfortunately, those around me are falling to pieces. Kimmie is struggling with depression from all her medical problems, G-Mama is mourning the finality of nursing the little witchlet, H-Bomb is dealing with Mr. Toes needing surgery (he's 4) and AS USUAL son #3 has no interest whatsoever in working. Sadly I've told him I'm putting him out at the end of the month. I don't know what he'll do then.

Socks is..well he's overworked to the point of evil personified. Until today I've seen him all of 4 times in 2 weeks. Today he just flat out put himself in my hands and let me spoil him unmercifully. Poor thing.

I've also finally gotten around to (yet again) throwing away shit I don't need or don't use. It never ceases to amaze me how much of the Dead Husband's shit I kept. Ah well, it's a process I suppose.

I like this boredom. It's nice to be able to do and worry about NOTHING.

Danger, Will Robinson!

i am posting all kinds of fucked up. I'm not kidding. I haven't been this crispy in years.

We are "living better through chemicals" - klonopin to be specific.

We are indulging in the "fruit of the vine" - red and white.

We are partaking of one of the "natural" herbs - bongs ftw!

Our BFF came over and well, damn.

I had never tried klonopin - my BFF has a lifetime supply - and well FUCK YEAH! This shit is like 'ludes without the inevitable downer. Unfortunately, the vino feelings and effects are now an overlay of the MAJOR FUCKING MELLOW you get from the klonopin. The weed just gave me the munchies and an overwhelming desre to crash.

I've always been more of a pothead than a drinker. But this chem is DA BOMB!

Yeah, the chemicals need to stand alone. This shit is light years from valium.

Bettah late than nevah

Right now I'm reading: Our Kind of People: Inside America's Black Upper Class and FUCK ALL I'M HOME.

I'm also finding out how being biracial denied me the "benefits" I was entitled to given my maternal family's "status". I almost hate being half black a little now. But it only validates what I posted before about bi/multi-racial people in the black community.

When I've finished openly weeping over this book I'll write as best a review as my limited literary skills will allow.

*Update* - I'm getting angrier and angrier the more I read. While I can get with the concepts intellectually, from an ideological standpoint I'm SEETHING.

Happy boxes

Happily may I walk.
Happily, with abundance may I walk.
Happily, with abundant clouds, may I walk.
Happily, with abundant rain, may I walk.
Happily, with abundant plants, may I walk.
Happily, on a trail of abundant pollen, may I walk.
Happily, with abundance may I walk.
Happily may I walk.

-- Hopi night chant


Lots of times I post on here to vent and rant and whine. Ok, most of the time I do. But despite my rollercoaster life, happily I walk.

I learned a looooooong time ago that you have to seize the happy moments in life and save them to pull out when the shitty moments (or long periods) in life take over.

I put those moments in little boxes in my head. (I also put the men I've loved in actual little boxes on my altar but that's another post for another day.)

This past weekend was one of introspection which carried me through some serious emotional ups and downs. Those happy moments were flying around though, so the downs weren't so bad. The object of that introspection, and all the happy moments associated with him, was put in a box on my altar.

But the damn top won't stay on, LOL.

The end of an era..of sorts

When I was a little girl we had a black and white tv. So did everyone else. If you wanted to watch "color" tv you put this piece of spectrum colored plastic over the screen.

Oh yeah. That REALLY helped.

When I was about 8 (?) my Daddy bought me the first color tv anyone in our family owned. My mother made me keep it in the family room - I couldn't be selfish and keep it to myself. (Bitch) Do you know how long she had that tv? Until just a few months ago when she had to switch to digital. NO SHIT - she had the SAME FUCKING TV FOR ALMOST 40 YEARS. Well yeah, she bought a newer set about 15 yrs ago, but the original one still worked and was in the guest room.

My mother can make anything last far past it's normal expiration date. Trust me.

Well now that we've finally gotten cable after not having tv for over a year, the tv in my bedroom crapped out. So I looked around online for a new one and realized THEY DON'T MAKE TUBE TVs ANYMORE - WHAT THE FUCK? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? So I am now the proud owner of a 19" flat screen, dolby digital, hdtv, hdmi tv at the low, low price of $199 at the big box store.

I have arrived. (rolls eyes)

Yet I feel kind of funny about it all. Rather, I feel my mortality more. We used to have fun messing with the rabbit ears, shifting that plastic sheet around so everyone had green faces. Only having one tv in the house that the whole family sat around and watched together. Now we have a tv in every room and each person goes off to their corner alone to do their own thing.

Not all of the innovations of today are a good thing.

Relics and cigarettes going down the tubes

Apparently my coven sisters are trying their best to SUCK ME into full Facebook immersion. LOL. Not.

I officially hate my job, don't want to work there anymore and couldn't give a fuck about fuckall there. Therefore, I proceeded to charge a brand new Day Timer set to the company. Fuck it, I always wanted teh nice leather 7-ring one.

So we finally get cable (after more than a year with no tv) and the tv in my room gives up the ghost. I figure, ok I can get a new tv cheap, everyone wants flat screens so a tube set should be damn near free. LOLOLOLOLOLOL They don't even MAKE tube tvs anymore. I can remember when all we had was black and white tv - there was no color. I can remember when we had rabbit ears - there was no cable/satellite. Now I'm enough of a relic there aren't TUBE tvs anymore. Sigh.

I was so horribly depressed today that I sent the Butterfly a txt msg saying I needed a cig, to which he replied NO FAGS!!! Of course I bummed one from someone and smoked it anyway and immediately proceeded to get sick. Sheesh.

Really, what IS the point anymore?

I might be a wino

But I really fucking hate Merlot. I got a nice mid-upper priced bottle from a respected winery and I want to pour this shit out. Yuk.

I think I'll stick with Zins. I should try a different Zin from Gnarly Head. I also need to zip over to Wegman's and get a couple bottles of that Reisling I picked up about 2 wks ago that blew my fucking mind!

Yeah. This Merlot sucks.

That is all.

Wait. Whut?

Once again, out of the blue Verizon has YET AGAIN turned off my internet service. All the while telling me "it's on, there's no problem, your service was just turned on today". Then there was the checking of the phone lines and the inevitable "we can get a service tech out there on February 9th".

Hur.

So while I was on the phone with them last night, I had Comcast on the other phone and let Verizon hear my conversation as to how soon they could come out and set up my internet AND MY FUCKING PHONE SERVICE.

That's it. I'm done. As soon as Comcast hooks me up on Monday I'm disconnecting Verizon permanently. There is nothing they can do to save me as a customer. I wouldn't even want a free year of any of their services.

Oh yeah. And if they have the fucking balls to bill me for this past month, they can wait til I'm dead to collect the money from my estate. I ain't payin' them a MUTHA FUCKIN' DIME.

Oh for the love of all that's holy

I am now the proud fucking owner of a facebook account.

WTF????

I'll never keep it up. I only joined cuz Gretchen asked me to. Holy shit I saw people over there IRL I'd rather not have cross over into my virtual life. They would be able to confirm my insanity and then I'd have to kill them.

And why the hell is my internet working? And do I really care? No, I have found a new lover called Comcast and once we've done the dirty, Verizon will get kicked to the curb.

No. I don't like this facebook thing at all the more I think of it. There are far too many temptations over there for information I have so far avoided like the plague. A good drunk night and I may go looking for things I'm better off not seeing. Like the profile of the owner of those lips up there.

Now my life is getting complications I really don't want. I've been happy being blissfully ignorant about stuff.

This is supposed to be the Year of the Ox on the Chinese calendar. I was born in the Year of the Ox, so I suppose that is a good thing? However, I was born in the month of the Monkey and hour of the Tiger - the Tiger is closest to my real real-life personality. I'm doomed to a life of fuckery. Well now I'm depressed coming from 3 different directions, mostly that facebook one. Go me.

I wonder if I can still become a Carmelite nun. It's that or death right about now.

Mostly it's close to the anniversary of the dead husband's death and that always makes me want to dig down through the dirt and crawl into the grave with him.

Oh HELLS YEAH. Just what I needed. Tears. Go fuckin' me.

Not even a reach-around

Right.

No internet again.

We have phone service though!

Verizon can't explain why someone cancelled our internet service "because your one year agreement expired".

That would be the ONE YEAR AGREEMENT for a service I've had for five years.

No, wait, that would be the ONE YEAR AGREEMENT I've had for 30 DAYS since I had to REESTABLISH MY FUCKING SERVICE WITH THEM AFTER THE FUCKFEST last month.

So while I was getting fucked in the ass by them over the phone today, I was getting some decent nipple teasing with Comcast online to set up cable and high speed internet for $20 more a month than I pay now for DSL and phone with Verizon.

Comcast sure knows how to work the foreplay. Let's see if the sex is any good.

Next we'll see if Vonage can give good lickee-lickee.

Yeah. I've been fucked all day with no reach around.

Confession Time

I am insanely addicted to Nicholas Mosse pottery. And I miss the dead husband's bank account which allowed me to feed this addiction.

Over the holidays I carefully pulled out all the NM pottery I have and used it around the kitchen and diningroom for various things. Unfortunately, I don't have a full place setting of each, except the apple. I was working on a complete place setting for 4 with the apple and blueberry patterns, with accent pieces in pear and strawberry. Blueberry, pear and strawberry have since been discontinued along with my hopes of meeting my goals.

The search however is ongoing on the internet for unsold stock in these patterns.

The problem is they cost a fucking arm and leg.

I am however, THRILLED that I just got a small square pear plate (pic below) for under $50. This is a steal as my original large square apple plate cost a c-note 8 yrs ago.



So now I'm going to have to cobble together at least 2 full place settings combining my apple and what I can find of the rest. There was a grape pattern once but I've never been able to locate any pieces since the couple times I saw it and no one has it listed in their retired patterns. I don't do the flowers (although I could be convinced to get the clematis, honeysuckle or red tulip given a blank check) and I REALLY can't stand the landscapes.

I love my Nicholas Mosse stuffeths. It's as close to country hokey as I can stand.